POV: Maximus
My pen scratched across the final line of a document, the ink barely dry before I reached for the next file in the neatly arranged stack on my desk. I’d been signing papers for hours, burying myself in work—anything to keep my mind steady.
To keep my mind from thinking of ways to destroy Darius.
The office was quiet. Too quiet.
Only the faint hum of the AC and the soft ticking of the wall clock kept me company.
Then my phone rang.
I dropped the pen instantly. The caller ID flashed: Mr. Silas.
One of my biggest investors.
I inhaled sharply, straightened my jacket as I leaned back on my seat, and answered in my smoothest voice.
“Mr. Silas, it’s so good to hear from you. How are you doing?”
His response wasn’t warm. It wasn’t polite.
It came sharp, cold, and laced wit
